Poems that Brings a Smile

Dec 2014

wordvango

If you were my lady
I am a carpenter
would you be my babay
tomorrow
I would give up this quest to overcome
loneliness
work my calloused hands to tender sores
every minute
grind away my hardness
wipe away the dirt from my ***
so thee would see my shine
and my true grit.
If I were a true poet
I would have asked you better,

Dec 2014

Joe Cole

Christmas Day With Loghain Artiste

I thought the full English breakfast was wonderful
But oh dear, oh dear
Sub Parr

The Xmas lunch, truly spectacular, turkey golden,
crisp skinned. Vegetables cooked to perfection
Xmas pudding flaming blue
Fresh cream and brandy butter
Log fire warm and bright
But oh dear, oh dear
Mediocre

The best of wines money could buy
Port, cheese platter
10 year old brandy following
But oh dear, oh dear
Sub par
Mediocre
Dreck

Oh oh oh

Dec 2014

wordvango

I did not hear a heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

I did not notice a smile
I did not feel a tear of happiness upon my cheek,
     so I did not smile back.
I thought the eve' was ruined,
        until you grabbed my thing,
and pulled me down on top of you.
        It tickled me. Then.

Dec 2014

wordvango

Tom

was a ******* cat with bowling *****
then he struck out
         and came home with no spare paws

Tuesday he came upon my writing implements
      sat down a wounded ***,
up on my desk and meowed.

       He would not move so I brought his food
to him right where he gave up hope and
         sat not purring.

Until epiphany, I ran and paraded Miss Kitty
         by him. He jumped up quick like nothing
hurt.
           I went back to writing.

Dec 2014

SE Reimer

putting the "X" in its place

~

the stores here are crowded,
and everywhere i see
the signs of the season
selling Christmas to me;
the lights, sights and sounds,
flashing colors abound;
on every channel the music,
their ads and their movies.
on every corner selling trees,
their seasonal drinks
to quell the freeze.
we'd not know it’s Christmas
without them telling us so...
at least that's what it seems.
and even that word,
they've seemed to steal,
taking Christ out of Christmas
so their wares they can sell.
it's enough to lose my place
to choke on my song
the words stuck in my throat
it’s all gone so wrong.

so, their “X” i hoped to replace
and in my haste to remand
i made my demand,
“take the ’X’ off of Xmas,”
i shouted;
“put Christ back, in His place!”
but my kneee-**** reaction
mixed with failure to search then
made me blind to the facts
so instead i besmirched them.

then a truth i discovered,
just yesterday,
and now that i know,
i'm embracing the "X"
as should every good Christian.
for it was the "X"
those Greeks knew best;
it carried the "chi",
putting the ”X” there in Christ;
it went something like this- Χριστός.
and the marauding i’ve fought,
the hijacking i thought,
it was never taken;
it was never gone, at all,
it’s been there all along.
so i’ll admit i’ve been wrong.
for “X” marks the spot,
an intersection of sorts,
where the sacred meets the profane,
a collision of Able and Cain.
and just as Christ born to man
and new life He began,
with my faith now restored,
i can return to my song
and sing of Christmas,
the Christ child,
and Xmas
again!

~

post script.
with inspiration from the following at Dictionary.com.:

Here’s a holiday surprise that only the dictionary can provide. Do you find the word “Xmas,” as an abbreviation for Christmas, offensive? Many people do.

You won’t find Xmas in church songbooks or even on many greeting cards. Xmas is popularly associated with a trend towards materialism, and sometimes the target of people who decry the emergence of general “holiday” observance instead of particular cultural and religious ritual.

But the history of the word “Xmas” is actually more respectable — and fascinating — than you might suspect. First of all, the abbreviation predates by centuries its use in gaudy advertisements. It was first used in the mid 1500s. X is the Greek letter “chi,” the initial letter in the word Χριστός. And here’s the kicker: Χριστός means “Christ.” X has been an acceptable representation of the word “Christ” for hundreds of years. This device is known as a Christogram. The mas in Xmas is the Old English word for “mass.” (The thought-provoking etymology of “mass” can be found here.) In the same vein, the dignified terms Xpian and Xtian have been used in place of the word “Christian.”

*As lovers of the alphabet, we are transfixed by the flexibility of “X.” The same letter can represent the sacred and the profane (“rated X”).

Dec 2014

Francie Lynch

You're So Bright (10W)

You tell me you're bright.
Excuse me
While I squint.

Dec 2014

SG Holter

Untitled

They say all the water on Earth
Has been drunk
At least
Once.

I guess it doesn't present itself
As a groundbreaking secret:
We're all just mainly
***.

Dec 2014

wordvango

Where may be found?

Amid the soils and grit of
life and pleasures pursuit
of happiness may one find
the fruit of perfection? In some museum
eclipsed in heaven?
Or on Madison Avenue or on a magazine cover?
Or in some religion? What sect?
Or may we have as much luck planting a banana
peel in a hole we dug and filled with ****?
Positive outlooks are necessary, but roses don't grow here
in December and bananas are imported and petroleum
is now cheap and internet is wireless
and lunar eclipses and we all arose from some explosion
and , god forbid, my parents had ***. Otherwise,
I would not be here writing, this ****.

Dec 2014

Francie Lynch

A Happy Mouse

It's a happy mouse
Trapped in your hold.
Snap!
I'm enwrapped
In rapture.

Dec 2014

Francie Lynch

The Lads Are Streaming ****

The lads
Are streaming ****.
Don't be too quick
To scorn;
To understand my monologue
Know Sears stopped publishing
Catalogues
Of women in their ******.
And Geographic
No longer shoots
******* Amazons.
I don't claim it's right,
But boys are boys,
Night follows night.

#adolescence

Nov 2014

Helen

it happened today

The end of the world,
it just exploded!

With a smattering of light brimstone and fire and a gentle, heavenly rain. It just started, while I stood in the kitchen, sipping tea, trying to remember my shopping list and wondering if I should even bother, to get ready for work, could I just fake it and gain another day where I could wallow? I weighted my earning ability against what a simple day, for me, would be able to gain.
It was just another day...
One that started the same as every other one, but proceeded to bleed, only to leave a stain…
Oh great, (my first thought)
just another laundry duty for me…

But I digress…

Oh yes, that’s right, I’m drinking my tea, my daughter in front of me… she starts talking, her lips are moving but her words are dissolving my existence that surrounds me...

Where was I?

Yes, there was a big explosion, the world rocked and I’m ambivalent as the earth cracks beneath me and all I can see is a world that has been shaken to its core.
My kitchen fades away… (where the hell is my cup of tea????)

I’m in the middle of the street, the people that I meet are screaming because they also felt it. That explosion that rocked their world that opened the cracks in the earth to release the fire and brimstone. Ugh, the smell of sulpher! I briefly wondered if I would ever get the smell out of our pretty, outdated, papered walls?

Again, I digress…

I’m floating above the cracks watching as humankind drops to their knees, begging their chosen Deity to save them as the fires of Hell wrap tendrils of Regret around the ankles of those that have been Chosen while a really bright light lifts those from their knees, to ascend to Nirvana, I guess they are the ones who prayed really hard… Bully for them! I guess the others should not have weaved when they should have woven!
Not me though!

I’m still floating, in between, as the world ruptures I’m still just hanging, caught between up above and down below. I don’t know if it is because, it is so obvious, Heaven will never let me in and Hell has already said Not just No… but… HELL NO!

But I digress…

What I’m completely fascinated by is that at the End of the World I’m wholly focused on the boy that is fair of hair and fair of face and appears to be full of Grace and while I thought he would ascend, he is grabbed by a lick of fire from Hell.
I’m completely fascinated, that such a nice boy, would be chosen to descend below (I honestly would have pegged him for Heaven) but I can only **** my head, and pretend I don’t see...
Honestly… what do I know?

I’m watching the World fall apart!

Explosions, fire and brimstone, completely lost souls trying to crawl into grace, it all happened to me, while drinking my tea, while my daughter stood talking to me…

What is she saying?

I’m back to standing in my kitchen, cup of tea in my hand and I actually hear the words that my daughter is saying to me and it all goes back to where it began…

So Mum, there is this boy….

Oh God! There it is…

And there is another explosion… again!

Dec 1, 2010

Nov 2014

Jack

Possessed ~~~~ by you

~

Drenched in the reality of my imagination’s trust
A voice in my head sings in subtle verse
Feeling fingers probe my core
As my heartbeat comes in shades of two

Whispers, constant, gathering my attention
Pointing my eyes in northeast directions
Filling my psyche with caffeinated emotions
Earlier and earlier still, waving my pen

Massaged internally by caring hands
Tickled funny bones laugh out loud
As love holds back my salted tears
Breathing this very life into my words

I write, with reckless abandon…poetry
It comes in waves, ever present, like the tides
Crashing on believing beaches
Leaving sea foam trails for me to wander

Gardens bloom when my eyes are closed
Fireflies on star dust wings play while I sleep
Beauty insists I walk when I can no longer stand
And I am not myself, nor do I want to be…for I am

Possessed by you, by everything that is…you
My thoughts are only of you, my dreams…you
My words, in this ever poetic form…you
My heart belongs to…you

I am poetically under your spell
Driven to pen, to impress, to embrace
Eternally in never ending seasons of melodic versed life
I coexist…possessed ~~~~ by you